First Love Of Royal Prince Novels & Stories

He couldn’t believe she was still thinking about his forgotten brother. “Who are talking about Princess? Who loved you first?” Her eyes waved over to him and a ridiculous laugh left her thin lips. “You? The Queen was high and mighty that this kingdom belongs to you but by the looks of it, it seems the fourth prince is wealthier than you. She promised that silver, gold, diamond and fabric of silk and wool will be mine! Above all the favor to sit upon the throne as future Queen but look at me! I look nothing like future Queen to be. Nothing!”

Neil became saddened at her words and, in the next second, he was rising in anger. “My father never called for you. Isn’t that right?” The ministers became frightened at the sudden change in the King’s voice and facial expression. If only that girl saw the look on his face, such words wouldn’t have been uttered from her lips. The 9th Prince was initially famous for his disinterest in the throne. So naturally, everyone believed that the most favored 1st Prince would be the next King. The 9th Prince, whose mother was the daughter of a powerful noble who had the largest desert tribe. He lost his mother because of a postpartum fever but was supported by many due to his strong maternal family.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Aria stated as she pointed at the vintage clock on the wall. At this moment, a knock was heard and the door swung open. A young man with red hair stepped into the room. He was tall but not taller than Alexander, he wore the uniform of a butler. "Lord Alexander sent me to tell the consort that it was time to go to the party." His voice was gentle but his red eyes weren't. A vampire. Athena met this butler when she first entered the mansion. He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong.

Percy warned. "Yes my prince," Kamil replies and started the car. He drove out of the airport car park into the street. Everyone thought life is easy for the royal family of the Anderson because they had it all. The money, power, and authority but that wasn't the case for Percy. He was the crown prince of the Katula kingdom but he lacks love and care. His parent married out of love and so he doesn't know the word love and doesn't even believe in it. Percy looked through the window shield and thought about how imperfect his life was. Although his pictures were plastered in almost every tall building in the kingdom, his life didn't feel the same. He was just hiding under the name 'crown prince

“I am well, My Prince. Although I admit, you have me a bit worried.” “I apologize. I did not mean to worry you.” I take a deep breath and plunge in. I step forward, taking her hands in mine. “Lady Lorelai. I believe that we have become good friends over the past year. Would you agree?” Her eyes go wide and I can see that she recognizes the direction of this conversation. “Yes, I would agree with that, Prince Aolis.” “I’ve seen your interactions with your people and they love you. You are a good leader and would make an amazing queen. If, that is, you would have me and agree to be my wife and partner. And if you believe that our friendship could develop into something stronger over the years.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I mean, you’re a royal prince, and I’m just an American.” “Who you are is perfect and beautiful.” He frowned, cupping her chin to make her look at him instead of the ring. “You’re not just anything. You’re everything to me, and that’s all that matters. I’m the youngest son, and I’m unlikely to inherit anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t marry a princess or someone with royal lineage. All that matters is you make me happy and vice versa. Do I make you happy?” Tears blurred her vision, and her lips trembled as she tried to answer. “Yes,” she said in a wobbly voice.

For a heartbeat, they melted into the kiss, forgetting duty, forgetting pride. The room erupted. Crew members clapped and cheered. Someone whistled. Cameras flashed nonstop, capturing the royal couple’s first unscripted display of affection. Ariel gasped and shoved Carl back, her face blazing crimson. “You—you’re such a pervert!” Carl chuckled low in his throat, brushing a finger across his lip. “If that’s what you want to call it, fine. But too bad, Princess. You’re stuck with this pervert for life.”

He was trying to cheer me up, which I appreciated. “Thank you, Felix,” I murmured. I kept scrolling, even though it made me fidget with discomfort. “Oh, what the hell?” I cried out, reading one headline in particular. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Felix bent over my phone. I tilted the screen so he could read the headline: NEW ROYAL ROMANCE HEATS UP; PRINCE FELIX DATES WOMAN WITH $1M BOUNTY “Oh my god,” Felix groaned, sinking back into the couch. “We called off the bounty! I found you!”

“That's very nice of you, Christian. Your momma will be so happy when you give these to her.” “Christian!” I heard a middle aged lady running out from the pack house and coming to us. Her eyes widened when they landed on me and then she scowled at Christian Jr. “Royal Beta Christian, I'm so sorry for the disturbance. Chris can be a little proactive and find his way out of my sight real quickly.” She looked frightened. I don't blame her. Most people react that way in the presence of the Royal Beta and the Royal Alpha King.